I CAN’T I’M DONE I JUST CAN’T
NIGHTBLOGGING AT ITS FUCKING GREATEST.
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I CAN’T I’M DONE I JUST CAN’T
NIGHTBLOGGING AT ITS FUCKING GREATEST.
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Please don’t remove the artist’s caption/comment when you reblog a drawing/comic/etc.
I obviously can’t speak for everyone, but in my case the caption is often an addition to the joke, and if you take it away, you take away a part of my comic.
The only kind of marks you should ever leave on a dog.
I’ve reblogged this photo so many times & that’s my favorite comment on a photo in the history of the world.
<3
yup still love this photo
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i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebody’s life
I can’t not reblog this.
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looks like some of y’all will have a little problem next year
blaze it and praise it
Good job south campus. If only these were all over the place at school #rape #sexualassault #help #911
Completely true. The hospital didn’t make me do anything that I wasn’t comfortable doing.
Rainn.org is a great way to get help after trauma
I didn’t know any of this information. :( But I’m glad I know now!!!
Signal Boost!!
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
Of course she would be Irish.